Spring means

flowers and, what I saw this morning:

rabbits mating
Rather, ready males and disinterested females
It was funny to see a male chase away another male, while chasing the female. She saw him chase off the other and got the _____ out of Dodge. He came back ... hey, baby, like I was say ---- baby?! She trekked 2 houses away. He followed the scent trail, munching some birdseed on the way ... little bunny?! Honey bunny ... I luv you! Come back.
I think that she would have rather skipped this season and just had the chance to eat. Last month or 2 weeks ago was squirrel month ... here there were 10 males chasing one female. I guess the males are heartier survivors? While she made a valiant effort, being on the bit end of a branch (likely starving from all the running and no time to eat) relented to one male's "advances" or rather motions. It's got to be better not having these males chasing you, but perhaps better than them trying to chase you away because they're urban piggies.
Their own equals are the local birds who pork out on seed, mindlessly pitching pounds onto the ground. I used to think they didn't eat millet, but they do. They are just nasty, messy critters. Some eat corn bits, others, millet, others bit seeds, others sunflowers. Local predator birds aren't generally large enough to take adult robins or jays so just watch them greedily. About three times a year I find a spray of feathers on the ground from a successful pergrin or cooper's hawk. The juveniles are talkative, loud, naive, no attempt at stealth. Some large squirrels just keep their eyes on then, but rabbits scurry away, as though they would less capable of defense -- ha!
The weather channel hasn't broadcast much as far as, "severe wind" -- like that's important, "flood warning", oh? What am I to do? Would I see it coming -- I think so. Tornado watch ... that's right -- venture outside and look for one, two, or as many as you can see and hear.
We interrupt this broadcast to give you no information ... loud, lengthy ... return to missed stupid program. If you are recording, you get a 20 county block where the weather center marks in red counties experiencing "interesting" weather. Whoopie! Move on to the next idea.

Inspector Gadget

or so I was called with my trenchcoat and hat today. Sadly, I've been called that since Matthew Brodrick did his role in the live action version of a 24 minute cartoon series. I have more freckles than skin and sinister look with a perpetually unshaven face, short brown hair which had been red and a decades-old strained deep voice, nearly as hairy as Robin Williams. I don't see it. Also, Matthew Brodrick ... have you ever seen him fat? No, you haven't. I am.

Speaking of hair, I haven't had a child rub my arm hair lately in true wonder as to how guys have hair -- on their arms. They've never seen a man close up, sometimes better. I have, however had a fourth grader very happy with herself that she is taller than I am. She gets a kick out of it, but unlike her regular teacher, she couldn't lift me. Even at a fitter weight, she wouldn't be able to lift me.

My closing prior to a break was met with, "I'm gonna give you a mean look for a week" as I wasn't able to work for her, and a complimentary candy bag for a nice woman whose class I might have accidently gipped while subbing -- in that I usually drop off token candy to nice students in classes. She retires this year -- while young and will see many a wonderous rising and setting Atlantic sun. My note ... written is haste might have been as scattered and illegible as a nervous bank robber or doctor's too-busy quick note. Ba ba ba, ba ba Barino?!

Retiring ... something I have eliminated as a possiblity. What to do ... what to do? Continue with this ... maybe some permanency or something else, fresh, consistent. I just don't know. If only I were a gadget packed Inspector, though my aggressive tendencies would lend itself more toward Punisher than Mo-meets-Harpo Inspector Gadget.

I still would like to work as a threat analyist. That's not likely to happen.

things not to do when living in Midwest

making plans consistent with the weather is folly
leaving windows open during spring -- I did that last night and found a very wet car, nice
expecting grand, sweeping political changes ... not likely
hoping for grand adventure or wonderous skiing (if you live in MI, IL, most of OH, KY, TN, IN, IA) and you'll be disappointed
also, expecting neat new fashions (not that I'd ever care) unless you live in Chicago, is well ... wishful thinking
taking a job in manufacturing is vocational suicide -- work for 12 years anywhere and then be laid off then fired
speak well -- too many locals ask you, "Where are (or 'is') you from?"

punishable

Bobby Knight, whom I greatly dislike, was quoted (I'll paraphrase) as saying, 'they're out there being raped, if they'd lie there and take it, it would be over soon.'
I think that people who don't view rape as that terrible, being a crime where the victim lives, should have a nice visit from Bluto* and friends to discuss the issue. You know, a beefy big character with equally beefy brutal blokes hell-bent on sexual sadism where, consentualism is a turn off and force is necessary. I think after a short run of this, those who did use the term rape without understanding it would, use it with caution. Rape doesn't carry that long of a sentence either, a curious law-makers history, as typically children and women are more often victims and more law writers are men. "I'll put it on the back burner. It isn't as important as this agricultural mediation and tobacco renumeration bill for the fiscal year of 2021." so say those turning a blind eye and deaf ear.
Sentencing of 3 years and out in .9 for rape, plead down to assault, then around fellow asssailants is hardly just or punishment.

* pardon me Max Fleishman for the use of your n'er do well character

worst new term

or at least it was new to me, "foodgasm". That is so gross! If a person truly gets off on food or eating, that is ... a psychological problem. The term is courtesy of a guest food taster on Iron Chef America. Eating causing arrousal or climaxing is not normal, To imply it is, rude, gross and says something about you.

hurtful words

Finding out the background of fictional characters often bores me -- greatly! Find out the backgrounds on some of the students sometimes fills me with some rage. Many come in with neglect issues, some with emotional, physical and sexual abuse and others are neurotic because of their home life. It is not to say that there a level of exception to poor behavior, no. There is, however a reason for some of it. Personally, I think a ED209 or T1000 visitation should take care of many issues. There are areas of the city were even an ED209 would look for re-arming or ammunition reloading. I dislike the fact that there is "nothing that can be done" as it must be investigated, then a trial, separation then prompt return to the household to continue.
* causative features are drugs & alcohol, poverty, criminal activity, stagnant development (retarded socially &/or intellectually of so-called adults), apathy
-- "it was just one time ..."

*ED209 set for Urban pacification
*T1000 given an ample arsenal, with limited specific targets, more like system 101 in its short list directives

oh, and I faked every blog

Confessional

Passions rule me. I’ve no love or passion for coffee, but it rules me to. Charlie rules me – “No, not that! You da good guy! Come on; let’s fight bad guys!” “Here Mr. ________, I made this for you.” Dreams are nice, reality rules me. What I want and what should be collide instead of coincide. There is the anger, the frustration, the impotence, the infantile feeling of insignificance … what do I need to do, to make want I what to happen?
Yep, that sums it up. I'm a human in a human world with fewer problems than many, worried about what I want and not what I need. Still, I hope that my wants are recognized as altruistic to some small degree. I want a better world, more hope, less despair, less waste, more love. I want all of that and I'm still a hateful person, generally compassionless for the evil, the wrongdoers, the selfish and sometimes the stupid and intentionally stupid. Yes, people can be intentionally stupid.

Racked with blame

for all I've done, seen and heard but did nothing about it, inaction that lead to pain and suffering. It's all here, pulsing like a very restful heartbeat ... thump (guilt), feelings of completion, thump (guilt), why can't I concentrate, thump (guilt -- fear), I'm angry about what, thump (guilt -- answer my call, I'm not going away), I'm breathing heavier now ... no rest for the wicked

What can I do to solve it ... accept that I'm wrong, that I should strive to avoid doing it again (thump, thump) and [explitives here] stop it!!! Hate -- anger ... guilt is a mighty hunter, always winning with a conscious-bearing prey. I know I've always had one, but this little nymph grew, no longer the size of a child, but now my size and still growing. A conscious that is stronger sometimes than want and wont, it will consume the ills and the passions, but the change will be good.

My ill-will exposes itself now, as Blogger indicated failure to connect! [insert foul language here]

Male pattern boredom

I think it would be safe to say that most of the guys I know would say, "No ... that's okay. I had that yesterday. I'm interested in something else." That's true not only of a dinner, but say, a movie, a TV show, music, entertainment, whatever. Tap, tap, tap ... driving her mad ... scratch, scratch, scratch ... "nervous" habits making her twitch. So what do you want to do? I don't know, but ... not the same as yesterday. I guess we could watch a movie, but I'll probably get up a few times in the middle of it to answer the phone, call on the phone, check my email ... eat something ... I'm not likely to sit there this cold day and sit, sit, sit, sit.
Be it bold adventures or simply a change, the hunter still lurks, still hunting, poised for the strike -- the big thrill; the moment; culmination of all his skills; lovin' or the remote.

Gee thanks dear for the remote. I was hunting for the other.

3 simple policies (sounds preachy)

live, love, have a good time

Live: meaning exist and respect the life that God has granted you
Love: not just yourself, but others and that which exists
Have a good time: laugh, play, you can do things physically that exceed the spiritual realm; like smelling, tasting, feeling (tachticly)

If a spirit lives on, bodiless ... food and thereby taste is immaterial. Your own body gives you senses when you hug ... follow them. Don't destroy others' lives in your pursuits, either in death or in physical or psychological destruction. God loves you; Christ redeems you ... enjoy what you have!

My family believes I'm a heathen ... they're probably right.

queens we use would not excite you

like interesting pictures ... go here!
They aren't all funny. They aren't all you want to see, but ... a good portion are worth viewing.

God bless America and the world ... free, wonderful, wonder, delight ... see, film, show! It's what makes life. If you can't tell it ... show it!

comparing literary and fictional characters

Which would you fit, or rather, which would fit you?
Would you examine Revenge of the Nerds ... Jocks vs Nerds? Star Wars ... choas and order vs evil and good -- neither pure? Muder on the Orient Express, each with his own agenda and reason but never brought to justice? Hall of Justice vs Hall of Doom ... rule the world, protect it? Catcher in the Rye, seeking an understanding that you can't comprehend? Chronicles of Narnia, justice, servitude, love prevailing? Lord of the Rings platonic love, ordained servitude and martyrdom, supreme intelligence and sinful negligence to simplify a terrible task?

I guess I'm Wile E. Coyote pursuing Brain's conquest of the world. You can never have enough explosives and I'm too egotistical to see the direct and indirect folly in my plots and plans that will eventually blow up in my face.
Summary: grand plans, incomplete thinking, eventual destruction of my plans and myself -- never rich, never famous, never much but an interesting annecdote

dweeb reality

Okay adventurers ... you are going on an Ameriquest
by the way ... how do you invest?
Er, uh ... I mean in your gold pieces ... uh ... do you use a bank? Perhaps if you read the scroll in your bag
it reads in both dwarfish and elvish ... pleaz vesit www ameriquest com vor best performanss

Are you taking sponsorship ... selling out? No, no ... maybe ... yes! Okay?! It's not like a have a career here! If you're playing AD&D, you can't have a job starting at 8 am nor family nor life, right?
Okay ... point made.

Monkeyjack and I mentioned a dive of a bar, locally, thinking that the bulk of those there were, well ... seeking inebriation and short-lived-only companionship. Okay ... people ... how many of you are married (Monkeyjack interjecteed this section) maybe 5%. Of those, who of you have kids? 1% of those people are found ... irresponsible "father-like" person. Thank you.

Growing up and growing old are different, in so many ways. I'm not really grown up, but the bar thing --- no way. I am a codger ... a perv prowling if I go there or the old folks who don't know better. Why do I feel this way, because I can remember my wonders of people when I was 20s and at the bars. That guy's 34 ... what's he doing here? I, of course, am older than that ... making me fossil in that context.

It's not that I'm bored, but it holds no intrigue. I wouldn't go there. Hey, the groups I like(d) are has-beens ... on the spiralling route on their out. Hey ... we're here in smaller venue megabar with the cover charge of outlandish coupled with blastphemous drink prices.

Tangent: a delightful woman I met at the bars ... so many decades ago when I went, ordered orange juice. I must have really liked her, paying $5 a glass ... you'd think it was gold, no ... not alcoholic and bought by the gallon. Imagine if that was the choice for a designated driver ... that's what I'd choose over water ... not soda -- yuck!

Anyway, back to bar robbery. The band plays old songs the younger people don't know and hate and the older ones -- drunk off their gourd try to outvoice the lead singers. A wonder of exploitation. That's not my thing. A sound system, fine for mp3 or the like, repetitious beats are ill-suited to metal rock or quieted accapella. A good example of this is a widely visited, but let's-face it county fair in the fall ... ZZ TOP. 70s to early 90s ... then nadda. I was a nice run guys ... playing out in 99 or 2000 in county fair ... ouch! It's the music, but pride might conflict with that, right? Of course, that is love for music, unlike the "samplers" who "sample" music and make it "their own" with [profain lyrics here] and then the "essence" or nuance of the original.

archival shirts

Monkeyjack, Lori and I were looking through old pictures. Funny enough was that I noticed an old shirt there, one that they (now really Lori) still wears ... 8 years old or 12. I laughed and made mention of this. Monkeyjack retorted quickly, "You should talk, Mr. Rushville Whig!" I have an old band shirt from, oh ... 1994 from an Indiana band. It is, well ... worn.

Touchet!

Fancy frightening fears

As of late, not that I ever feel refreshed from sleeping, but I remember dreams now … usually in an odd context that come true … arguments, bills, complications. If I could see into the future and make it better, I would. This is just maddening. Oh, wait … I already am mad (not angry).

Roller Dumb

Ah, yes. I was delighted to see Kayla for her birthday, who wished to have a celebration at the Roller Dome. Interestingly enough, it was the south one, with few parking lot lights, terrible decades worn gravel lot. The place would have been empty save the twelve people of our group and the children of a few of the workers there. It wasn’t the same old place, entirely, but a somewhat modified version … wall to ceiling carpet removed in favor of real paint. Deb’s objection was the absence of a safety rail for those less competent to skate, like myself, but I would refuse to use it even if it was there. The prices blew chunks … $6 a head, $2 more for skates – good old 1970s, no padding … ouch! Anyway, after the raking over the coals for the price, the music was … well, I think unreasonable for children, as the money taker at the door said that Saturdays were family-busy nights. Oh, so that’s why you were playing, “____ me baby!” “… take off your clothes” “---ggas; mutha-------“ Yeah, I can just hear the family atmosphere here. Apart from that, it was the roller dome. Too much money for anything food, games, etc. They had a ticket redemption area with small prizes not worth the money. It was a half-state between improved and old. Perhaps in a few months, it will be a fresher, cleaner place. Kayla seemed to enjoy it, so that’s what matters, really. Lori got hosed because she didn’t want to be there and they still charged her $6 to walk in and sit as her knee prevented her from skating.

Feral government and the slippery slope of control and spending

“feral”, yes. A republican federal government is directed by laws and regulations and held tight by the persons of that nation. This new, growing more feral government (one that shouldn’t be there) looks like a republican government, but isn’t fully democratic. Its growing outreaching powers far exceed its us, or in another vernacular – too powerful for its own good – depleting its only food source. The local fauna is destroyed due to the interloper’s hunger … pushing out other species to the point of extinction. Now is the time to recognize that this feral government is a problem and needs to be contained before more life/species and opportunities are lost.
As well meaning as the government might report itself to be and might “somewhat” believe itself to be, it crushes out valuable ideas, people, species that may never be again or in any other way duplicated to some degree. The primary problem is that the government recognizes only one idea, rather than pool ideas, sources, and resources. This is true about media. How many media sources actually report news without ‘dim relationships’ and courtships of agenda … I can think of few.

metropolis shopping

I went to Meijer today. Today it was efficient. All other times there, fast checkout were either a technology they weren't willing to pursue, or a practical impossibility. I still don't like the shopping expereince. Granted, it saves a little time rather than having to go to a store, then leave, lock doors, shop, leave, and so on, but too many people wandering around looking for ... what?

I'm sure the next stage of this trned will be to make it larger ... a whole day's worth of spending and entertainment. Wal-mart movie theater attached to Wal-Mart bowling alley, attached to Wal-E-Cheese pizzeria.

Meijer might have a gun range ... "try before you buy" shotgun rifle specialists, mini-library bookstore with Starbucks, etc.

How about a place for a shopper like me, on which sales pitches and advertisments really are ineffective. Food on left goes fresh, frozen, boxed, canned. No special boxes, no check out our bizrate tie-in webstie for a chance for money, but guaranteed spam.

Ty-tan-ick

I violated my own rule of never watching it, but it was on. I saw what should have been half of it, but I dare say that this last section was probably only a third ... or less. I don't think I'm spoiling any surprises because most of the people who raved and loved this show watched it several times over and most people who haven't seen it, probably won't.
At the end is a survivor who I expected to say, "So,to make a long story short .."
"You're a bit late for that!"
Bad writing, bad acting ... this won awards for ... that year's longest epic maybe ... certainly not grand movie. Stunt work? Most of the scenes were computer graphics so, I think Possedion Adventure (early 80s) was a better flick, especially with the man who falls from a floor-bolted table to the ceiling candelier -- actually fell and the glass flying and lightwork underneath ... excellent!
Anyway ... last section of this movie Tantric

"Say the course, Rose."
"Stay the course Jack? The ship's going down!"
"That's right Rose ... the ship is going down. Stay the course."
+++

So, Jack's handcuffed in a lower deck and the man holding the key left the room and is now on deck waiting for a lifeboat. Rose escapes from her husband and treks below to miraculously find Jack in a room. "I'm in here", shouting from a room -- like any of them appear different. She leaves him to wander in the halls and to talk with people, finally nearly falling asleep, then gets an axe. She goes through chin-deep water to his "cell" where the water is waist high.

I imagined her hacking him apart rather than having to suffer the trauma of drowning. She frees him and it should be done, but no.
They can't get back the way them came ... more gates are locked. They escape that (video game thinking?) and load Rose onto a boat. She then leaves the boat and enters the ship again. Jack and Rose now have a series of unfortunate events -- chased by gun-firing husband, then going through deep water in "lightning" then stopped at gate, finding keys under water ... here I was expecting an Aliens scene or deep monster scene. How can this situation become worse ... oh, yes ... worse writing, that's how.
They find a crying child. Jack grabs him, but the boy's father grabs him back, then dies in the hallway. I expected here for Jack and Rose to tote thirty some people to freedom and delivering a baby or two from desperately pregnant women on the way to the top deck.
Back to the top deck, fighting, pushing, screaming ... tipping (Titanic trying to dog shake the people off its back).

A Dante's Inferno scene of the frozen dead ... tragically stupid dropping of super valuable jewel for "love's" sake then finally joining the frozen dead spirits at the bottom of the Atlantic to find that she has always been the cartaker (allusion to Shining).
I cried because the movie wouldn't end. Wait, there's an epilogue. Fooled you that's one of seventy epilogues at the end of this movie. What happened to the three children that you saw in scene 16? They went on to petty crime in depression era USA. What happened to un-named upper class person in lifeboat 6, well in the back covered in shadow. They went on to be Mayor of Podunk, KY 1954 - 1958. What happened to ...

GET ON WITH IT!!
I know why it won awards. Those to make those decisions are flakes.

It was a day the sharks, fish, and orca would never forget! The day of the bounty ... mana! Not a fish left hungry. Later birds would record it too.

Still later ... authors, never having their name recorded before or after, wrote of the ship that sank ... ship, sinks? Wow!
Cage goes in the water?
Yeah.
You go in the cage?
Yeah.
Shark comes near the cage?
Yeah.

Farwell and ado to you fair Spanish ladies.

green dragon

I'm a dweeb, so I know that the green dragon breathes methane gas ... as do I. When I belch ... stomach acid is always present, so everyone gets to smell stomach acid ... yuck! I'd prefer not to have that!